As my submissive, it is your duty to worship me when and how I see fit. Your repeated lack of attention and disobedience have me at my wit's end, I'm not sure you're fit to be the slave you claim to wish to be. I'm wearing a cleavage-boosting latex top and rubber leggings, and my fingertips dance over the areas I need your tongue to attend to. My heels and latex has you weak, though you can't wait to lick and tongue my asshole. You're jerking off before you're given permission, again, so I rein you in with specific instructions. Kiss and lick my ass respectfully when I present it to you, just how I say. You start to do better, holding in your eager load as you stroke rhythmically. I'm pleased enough to unzip my crotchless leggings, and order you to only lick my asshole, not my pussy. Soon you can't help yourself and you have to taste my dripping cunt. I'm angry, and zip my leggings back up, saying I'm fed up with you as a submissive. To your relief, I don't dismiss you, and my big ass descends on your face. However, soon you can't breathe, and struggle as you might, you can't escape the weight of my big round ass, safely ensconced in rubber. You hear me saying that I'm going to end you as you gasp for air, helplessly, and fade out.